Meanwhile, Kanan was making decent headway on the lock to the crate. It took him a few minutes, sure, but that wasn't any more time than the collars were taking, either. He pushed a few more keys, reached into his pocket to pull out a data spike, and after another few minutes...

"Paydirt."

He pushed open the lid. And then blinked.

"Well. It isn't bacta."

There were enough guided explosives in that crate to level a small city planet if pointed correctly. No wonder those troopers hadn't been shooting his way when he'd made off with the cargo.

Skelly would have loved this.